Fred Wallen!

Mo Shu firmly remembered the name, and the achievements of this Irishman were deeply imprinted in his mind.

1:15.901!

1:16.173!

Although the difference between the two results is less than half a second, in the field of Super Formula racing, half a second can mean a delay of tens of meters.

Mo Shu even began to worry a little, worried that he would be suppressed by the Irishman named Fred Wallen in the future matches.

Will the title of "God of Speed" be in jeopardy? Will his unbeaten streak come to an end?

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, and Mo Shu was in a mess for the first time.

"Mo Shen, what are you doing? Let's meet the guests! Wang Yu waved under the stands, and it seemed that he didn't know the other party's results.

Mo Shu tried hard to settle down, but he still walked off the stands.

"Hey, Mo Shen, the first meeting, please take care of me, I have heard of your achievements, and I am also very optimistic about your prospects in the equation."

He was greeted by the number two driver of the Prancing Horse team, Lynch Garcia from North America, with a warm and friendly attitude that is very North American.

"Hello, you have won the prize, today's game, I hope we all play normally." Although Mo Shu was not reluctant, he was still able to maintain a polite attitude.

Lynch Garcia raised an eyebrow and smiled and gave Mo Shu a fist bump in greeting.

"Lynch, what are you doing? That's not a great result! ”

Lynch and Mo Shu were still greeting, and a cold voice came from behind them.

The voice spoke with a very strong accent, although it was also spoken in English, but it still made Mo Shu a little incomprehensible.

Irish accent, it should be true, Mo Shu didn't even have to look back to know that it was Fred Wallen standing behind him.

"Huh, Mo Shen?" Fred Wallen stepped forward, a hint of contempt in his eyes.

Mo Shu couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect the other party to be a "thorn in the head" again, he hadn't said anything yet, he was so provocative, and what was even more hateful was that his grades were quite good.

"Hello Mo Shu, my name is Fred Wallen and I'm from Ireland." Fred made a formal self-introduction, and the unintelligible accent made Mo Shu embarrassed, but this self-introduction was quite serious, which made Mo Shu a little surprised.

"Hello, Fred Valen, it's a pleasure to see you today." Mo Shu also returned the salute to the other party very formally, after all, he couldn't lose the face of the Chinese people.

"Hehe, you're so good, you can actually get on the formula race." Fred suddenly changed his attitude again, which made Mo Shu a little in a trance, this person was polite for a while, rude for a while, is it a schizophrenia?

"Well, you're pretty good, and you can actually get on the formula race." Mo Shu didn't know how to chat with this person, so he had to repeat the other party's "praise".

Unexpectedly, Fred was quite serious, nodded with a stiff face, and said loudly.

"Needless to say, my strength is needless to say, because I am a descendant of the Celts and the Knights Templar, and I have a noble and glorious knightly blood! Arena! That is, the battlefield of our Celts in Europe! Racing car! It's the equivalent of a war horse under the crotch of our Templars! ”

This remark was like taking an oath, and he directly dumbfounded Mo Shu, and he seemed to begin to understand why the other party's personality seemed to be divided, I am afraid that he had been brainwashed by someone.

"Oh... Hehe..."Mo Shu had no choice but to continue the awkward conversation, and asked if he wanted to come and "swear" as well.

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; I am the Mo God from China, with the blood of the Chinese nation flowing in my body, we are the great descendants of Yan and Huang, and the Yangtze River and the Yellow River have fed us!

Forget it, don't compete with him, it's good to think about it, but Mo Shu didn't say that he had already passed the stage of "secondary two diseases", so let's leave the strength to the racing track.

Fred saw that Mo Shu had been distracted, and he couldn't help but have a feeling of being ignored, so he took advantage of Mo Shu's "hehe" and said aloud again.

"Why should I say my bloodline, because our bloodline is great, and you yellow people don't deserve to stand on the formula race."

"Watts? Racism? Mo Shu's pores suddenly opened, and there was a burst of blood in his body, and he was eager to kick the other party down with one kick, and then spit on the other party's face.

"Hehe, that's good! Lao Tzu is a little unhappy! Mo Shu deliberately emphasized "Lao Tzu", and he decided that he had to defeat this thing today.

As a result, the two officially had a grudge, and Lynch Garcia was at a loss on the side, but fortunately, Wang Yu arrived in time, followed by the track engineers of the Prancing Horse team.

"Hey! What are you talking about? Wang Yu was originally happy, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, he rarely saw Mo Shu have such an expression, like a bull with red eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you already know each other? It seems that I don't need to introduce it. The Prancing Horse's track engineer also came up, but his voice became quieter and quieter, and he also felt a murderous aura, as if the air was about to freeze.

"Hehe..."

"Hehehe...."

A few people gave a dry "hehe" for a while.

Wang Yu hurriedly changed the topic and drew his attention back to the warm-up game.

"Doyle, why don't you let your drivers prepare for the race?" Wang Yu and the Prancing Horse's engineer suggested that he wanted to separate the drivers first.

"No problem, get ready for the game, where do we start first? Practice matches? Qualifying? Or how about a straight spell for the race? "Doyle Owen is a track engineer on the Prancing Horse and a true English gentleman.

"I think the sparrows are small but have all the organs, so they should at least start with qualifying, right?" Wang Yu has paid a lot for the warm-up game, so his attitude is also very serious.

"Okay, qualifying, let's split up and prepare."

"Wait! I disagree! Fred Wallen, who calls himself a Celtic, interrupts suddenly.

Several people froze again in an instant, all waiting for Fred to continue speaking.

"My time just now was 1:15.901, and as far as I know, Mo Shu's best time on this track is 1:16.173, which means that I am faster than him! So I got the pole position in the warm-up race! ”

"You're faster than me? How do you know it's my best score? I Mo Shu didn't exert any strength at all! Mo Shu suddenly became anxious again, and the results were now the "pimple" in his heart.

"Humph! You have a hard mouth, but you don't know if your driving skills are good! Fredhowe fought back against Mo Shu without showing weakness.

"Come on, come on, play Bibi!" Mo Shu waved his hand to Wang Yu, "Let's not do qualifying, just race, a tank of fuel, prepare tires, and give the pole position to that stupid x, Lao Tzu doesn't want it, I have to fight hard today!" ”

Wang Yu was embarrassed now, and kept persuading after him, "Mo Shen, you forgot that we are preparing a new car today, and you haven't even tried a new car." ”

Wipe! A new car? yes, I forgot about it! Mo Shu's heart churned for a while, feeling that he was too unlucky today, how could he meet such a second goods, and he was so angry that he directly lost his mind.

However, even at such a disadvantage, Mo Shu still decided not to change the competition system, and he resolutely refused to take back the cruel words he had put down when he was angry, and he gritted his teeth.